For a moment, the hand that was about to swing the kunai froze in place.
"Tengen... Lord..."
A glimmer of light flashed in their dim pupils, and as if they had remembered something, their eyes became slightly moist.
A tear slid down and dripped onto the ground.
"Charge! Suma! Makio!"
Just then, Tonryoku, his face covered in blood, suddenly ran out of the dust and roared.
"Fight to the death!"
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and summoned two more blood lines from the blood pool.
Under his control, Suma and Makio also let out a low growl.
Even so, they were still unable to break free from control, only a hint of pain flashed in their eyes.
Seeing this, the Scribe also moved.
He appeared in front of Suma and Makio in a flash and swung his sword down heavily.
"Mister Scribe!"
Seeing that the Scribe had actually attacked one of his own, all the Demon Slayer Corps members present gasped in shock.
Especially Tengen Uzui, who is usually so confident, was a little flustered this time.
"Thump, thump"
Even with Suma and Makio's strength, they wouldn't have been able to dodge the Scribe's attack under normal circumstances.
Not to mention that at this time, their physical control and flexibility are reduced by several levels.
After taking the blow from the Scribe, both of them rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.
"Tengen, come over and check."
The Scribe's voice rang out, and he beckoned Tengen Uzui over.
"I used the back of my blade in conjunction with the Sun Breathing to lightly strike it; that should have some effect."
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Tengen Uzui, who had just been staring wide-eyed, quickly went over.
He knelt down and began to check on the physical condition of his two wives.
"They weren't seriously injured; they're probably just unconscious now."
"But what's with all these patterns on its body?"
While listening to Tengen Uzui's words, Scribe spoke up.
"Wait a little longer, it should start to work soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Makio and Suma's bodies trembled.
He convulsed violently, as if he had been electrocuted.
At the same time, their bodies began to turn red, as if they had a fever.
The patterns on his body gradually converged, gathering towards the center of his forehead.
In the end, almost all the patterns that originally covered his body disappeared, leaving only a red dot between his eyebrows.
"Cough, cough, cough."
His face flushed red, and Suma and Makio opened their mouths and coughed several times in succession.
They spat out red blood with an eerie color and smell, which then dissipated into the air.
After the red spots on their foreheads disappeared, the two women's body temperatures returned to normal.
Her eyelids trembled slightly, and then she opened her eyes.
"Lord Tengen...?"
"It's me!"
Seeing that his wives had regained their senses, Tengen Uzui quickly embraced them.
As their minds gradually cleared and they recovered, Suma and Makio hugged Tengen Uzui and burst into loud sobs.
"Alright, you've already done a very impressive job."
With a smile, Tengen Uzui comforted them.
"As expected of my wife, she's absolutely gorgeous."
Just as they were about to continue, Tonryoku's somewhat shocked voice came through.
"You've broken Lord Dichai's spell?"
"That's impossible!"
Staring intently at the Scribe, Tonryoku, who had reunited with the other ghosts, frowned and questioned the Scribe.
"No human being has ever been able to do this."
"The fact that there is no one before us does not mean that there will be no one after us."
He shrugged, Scribe tone indifferent.
"Not only do I know how to disarm it, but I also know that this place is where all the humans on your list are gathered."
"Through the blood in that pool, some humans can be transformed into a species somewhere between a demon and a human."
"Most of you guys have probably been through something similar."
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Rokuya, who was already shocked, immediately took a few steps back.
"How could you possibly know so much?"
Even he himself didn't know that much when he first became a ghost.
It was only after personally operating the blood pool tonight that he gradually came to understand its function.
But Scribe Shuming was only here for the first time, and hadn't even gotten close to the blood pool, yet he was already able to reveal so many secrets.
"Very good, your reaction tells me that my guess was correct."
Scribe gave Rokuya a thumbs-up and said with a smile.
"If I have any other guesses later, I'll need you to confirm them for me."
"How could you be so stupid? He was obviously just guessing!"
"I kicked Rokuya in the waist, "Tonryoku said angrily.
"You just agree with whatever he says? Are you stupid?"
Once again, I felt a little worried about Rokuya's intelligence, but Tonryoku also knew that now was not the time to dwell on these things.
Now that the Scribe and the others have discovered the existence of the blood pool and its secrets, it's highly likely that the task Dichai gave him will not be completed.
Given this situation, retreat is undoubtedly the best option.
His enemies were not only the Scribe and the Demon Slayer Corps, but also the two Demon Slayer of unknown origin.
Without a doubt, Tonryoku have been driven to the brink of despair.
"Activate the final plan!"
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"The final solution?"
Hearing Tonryoku shout that, Scribe became a little curious.
In this situation where they are attacked from both sides, what other way is there to help them get out of trouble?
However, not only the Scribe, but even Rokuya and the others looked puzzled after hearing Tonryoku's shout.
"What final plan? How come they know nothing about it?"
Ignoring his "teammates" behind him, Tonryoku charged straight toward the blood pool.
Standing beside the pool of blood, he looked at the churning blood beneath his feet, a hint of fanaticism flashing across his face.
"Blood Demon Art *Heart's Blood"
With his right hand transformed into a claw, he didn't hesitate at all, and directly stabbed his own heart with it.
After tearing out its own heart with a "plop," Tonryoku tore at it a few times and swallowed the outer layer of flesh.
Seeing that Tonryoku's actions were somewhat abnormal, Tengen Uzui and the others wanted to stop him.
"Don't move."
The Scribe stopped everyone in time.
"Something's not right."
Looking at the Scribe with a puzzled expression, Tengen Uzui asked.
Is there a problem?
"Those cocoons have moved."
Pointing to the shimmering red cocoons not far away, Scribe turned to look at Inosuke.
Were those cocoons that shiny just now?
"No."
Shaking his head, Inosuke replied.
"It's much brighter now than before, and the tentacles are moving much faster too."
Nodding, Scribe spoke to Tengen Uzui and the others.
"Prepare for battle; what follows is a chaotic melee."
On the other side, Tonryoku had almost finished devouring the flesh and blood of the heart.
Later, what was hidden in his heart was revealed.
It was a fist-sized blood clot with some strange patterns on its surface.
The moment Scribe saw the blood clot, he frowned.
He could sense that the thing was made from human blood.
However, the energy contained within it is definitely not something that can be achieved by simply slaughtering a few or a dozen people.
At least several hundred, or even a thousand people!
"What is he planning to do with those highly concentrated blood clots formed from the blood of many humans?"
While the Scribe was puzzled, Tonryoku carefully held the blood clot in his hands.
"Lord Dichai, let these ignorant Demon Slayer witness your power!"
Holding the blood clot high, he threw it into the pool of blood after a frenzied shout.
The already turbulent pool of blood increased several times over after the blood clots fell in.
The water level in the pool rose at a visible rate.
"Eat it all, eat it all, hahaha!"
With a wave of his hand, Tonryoku jumped into the blood pool as well.
As the blood pool churned, the tentacles connected to the red cocoon writhed continuously, as if trying to transfer the blood into the cocoon.
"Glug, glug, glug."
A sound similar to swallowing food rang out, and the blood pool water, which had been surging, began to stabilize.
Auras began to emanate from the cocoon.
In just a few seconds, it had already gained several points of power.
"Those cocoons contain ghosts!"
After realizing this, the Scribe finally understood what Tonryoku was up to.